Omaha daily bee., 1887-06-21
AN EDITORS ADVENTURE,
Thrilling Recital OF n Oak OF journal.
ist-A Riyat's Version

We are glad to state that we have again
heard from our old friend the editor of
The Harvey Hooter. 1t is sad to notice
that he is again in trouble. In the last
issue of The Hooter he says
The editor OF this paper is again the
victim of vile conspiracy; this time on
the part Of bloated and arrogant cor
poration.
Thursday night we were returning
home from meeting some friends ut the
Two Orphans saloon and had crossed the
railroad track just before the 8 clock a.
m freight train came along. We had
proceeded about n block before the en-.
glne reached the crossing. When it came
to that, instead OF going on to the depot,
as, is, of course, the usual custom, 1t
suddenly jumped the track and came af
ter us with Il terrible shrief of its whistle
and an unearthly changing of the bell
I'VE Immediately struck up Pacific
avenue, not, of course wishing to come
into hand-to. hand conflict with a loco
motive, only glancing over our shoulder
long enough to observe that the head
light was magniiied to four times its
usual brilliancy and that it was flashing
and going out with terrible rapidity,
while the engine was bounding up and
down along the rough street and making
vigorous leaps at us. We suppose the
record made going up that street has
never been beat west of the Missouri
river. We tore along without stopping to
breathe, but the engine steadily gained
gained on us and shrieked and snorted
with hldeous intensity, and it seemed as
If it must overtake us every moment and
crash us under its iron wheels.
The headlight, from some unacount
able reason, would flash with dazzling
brilliancy and then 90 out and leave
everything in utter darkness. The sick.
ening shrleking of the whistle, the snort
OF the escaping steam, and the crash and
roar of the long train of freight cars as
they were dragged along the street made
the very blood run cold in our veins.
Suddenly, during one OF the terrible
flashes, we saw the fireman crawl back
and uncouple the ears. The engine
leaped forward with new life, and we
instantly saw we could never reach
home, so lodged into an alley and
crawled under Nick Boswell's livery
barn. We could plainly hear the loco
motive prowling around till nearly sun
rise, Kissing and roaring and trying to
devise some means for getting at us. But
we had outwittcd it. Friends rescued us
later in the day.
I'VE denounce the action of the rail
road company in thus allowing its prop
erty and employees to hunt harmless and
private citizens, as if they were wild
beasts, in the strongest terms, and will
see that it is called to account. In this
connection we also wish to brand the
cOwardly statements made in Yesterdays
Howler rs vile and unprincipled lies
The account of the affair published in
that contemplate opposition sheet is so
ridiculous and obviously false in every
particular that we print it below entire,
that our readers may see the utter alb.
surdlty of what the poor, driveling ga
loot says. Here it is:
The citizens of Harney were awak-
ened at an early hour this morning by
the demoniacal cries of an individual
who proved to be none other than the
editor of our esteemed contemtorary,
The Howler. 1t seems that he had been
in attendance at the opening of the Two
Orphans saloon, and the usual free drinks
had been too much for him. just after
he crossed the railroad track FREELY
flew out from some bushes and came to-
ward HIM, and he mistaking it for the
headlight of locomotive, rushed up the
street splitting the air of night with dis
gusting howls for mercy. He finally
crawled under livery barn, and was
pulled out about noon by the legs. How
much longer are our people going to
allow this low-lived, drunken body
snatcher to eXist?"